"Yeah, I know."

His response was always so simple, just like always.

Zhiyun picked up his hand and covered her belly. She could feel his hand trembling slightly, and the light blue veins on the back of his hand became more clearly visible. Zhiyun didn't know why he was trembling or what he was afraid of.

Don't you really care about this child?

"Do you feel it? There is a little life here." As she spoke, her eyes were fixed on his face.

And his eyes were always fixed on her belly.

"Yeah." He said.

His reaction was quite calm.

Although he loves the house and the dog, he also hates the house and the dog.

Because of her unruly behavior, all this happened. Therefore, his initial expectation turned into hatred for this child.

Zhiyun took his hand away, pulled at her clothes, and tried to stand up straight. Every word she said was so clear and audible: "The baby is always innocent. I know you hate me and dislike me, but I hope you can accept this baby. No matter how much you hate me, before giving birth to this baby, can you let me go? Let our child go?"

Before giving birth to this little baby...

Can you, please, let me go?

Let go of our children...

The moment he finished speaking, Han Qingrang reached out and held Zhiyun in his arms. "Zhizhi, I love you, I love you, I love you deeply. I love you a million times more than this child. I only want you, Zhizhi, I only want you. Please don't leave me, please don't leave me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

He said sorry many times.

Zhiyun closed her eyes. She actually misunderstood what he meant.

I thought he didn't want this child, he only wanted her.

Pushing him away, Zhiyun turned her face away, no longer looking at him, "Han Qingrang, no matter how much you dislike this child, I still want to give birth to her, even if she is not loved by her own father."

"So, the child is the only 'souvenir' you can leave me, right?" he asked her.

Hearing this, Zhiyun's pupils suddenly shrank and she looked at him in disbelief.

He spoke each word so clearly, "Zhizhi, don't hide it from me, I remember everything."

"No……"

Zhiyun didn't believe it, so she stepped back.

But the next second, Han Qing bent his knees slightly and slowly knelt in front of her. His posture was so humble, and with guilt like a flood covering him, he begged her: "Zhizhi, love is selfish. I thought I loved you, and I loved you selfishly alone, but I never thought that you gave me the same deep love."

He knelt in front of her while Zhiyun stood.

Such a proud man, just like that, kneeling in front of her.

Looking at him who was so humble as to be reduced to dust, Zhiyun's heart felt as if it was cut open and filled with countless glass shards, and the pain made her tremble.

He remembered everything...

He knew everything...

"Han Qingrang, you always force me. Now that you know, so what? I don't have the rest of my life to accompany you. I don't have time anymore. Get up."

He was still kneeling before her, motionless.

No matter how she beat and scolded him, he remained motionless and did not get up.

Zhiyun squatted down and hugged him: "Han Qingrang, why do you want to remember it? You shouldn't remember it."

"You're not supposed to know all this," he said.

He hugged her back, his arms tightly wrapped around her back: "Wherever you are, I will be there. In life or death, the person destined for you will still be mine."

"no!"

When Zhiyun let go of his hand, he suddenly squatted on the ground.

She protected her belly at the first moment.

She shook her head frantically, "I worked so hard to get you reborn. Don't even think about wasting all my efforts. I absolutely won't allow it..."

"Zhizhi..." He called her softly, his eyes locked on her: "What do you think is the meaning of my life if you die?"

"I left you a daughter. You must take care of her and raise her up."

"I love you."

"I..." Zhiyun stared at him with wide eyes.

"I deserve to die."

"Don't say that, Han Qingrang..." Zhiyun hugged him, sobbing uncontrollably, crying like a child.

"Zhizhi, hundreds of years have passed, and I actually forgot you in one night..." Han Qingrang's voice was so mournful, like the last sob of a trapped animal. "Children are important, but without you, nothing else in this world matters. I will always be by your side, live or die."

"Han Qingrang..."

"Zhizhi, in this world, I only want to be with you forever."

Fool.

The dumbest fool in the world.

Zhiyun cried inconsolably like a helpless child.

God, please help me curse this man's greed.

It’s best to curse him: May he be free from worries for a hundred generations, and live in peace and joy.

…

…

During the two days of pregnancy at Teng Mansion, Zhiyun's health has improved a lot.

But, those gray-blue eyes...

Gray-blue is beautiful, but it may represent an unhealthy body. Zhiyun is afraid that the gray-blue eyes may cause harm to the baby in her belly.

"Han Qingrang, is it true that my eyes will never return to their original appearance?"

Zhiyun looked at herself in the mirror.

Because of the change in pupil color, her change is really big.

It's not ugly, nor weird, it just looks more seductive...

His arm crossed over her waist, "Zhizhi, look into my eyes."

He stood behind her, looking into the mirror.

Zhiyun saw him standing behind her in the mirror.

His pupils turned purple-gold, while Zhiyun's pupils turned gray-blue. "We are like two monsters. Will the child we give birth to be a monster too?"

"Even if it's a little monster, it's a little monster with the most noble bloodline," he said.

Zhiyun turned around.

When she touched his wrist, she saw a layer of gauze. Zhiyun looked down and saw that the gauze was not handled well and was tied very thickly, with blood seeping out.

Zhiyun stared at the gauze in panic, "How did you get hurt here?"

"It was an accidental injury."

"You lied to me!" Zhiyun obviously didn't believe it.

"Yes, I didn't lie to you." Whether she believed it or not, he wanted her to believe it. "Don't worry, Zhizhi, it's just a minor wound. It's nothing serious."

"That's the wrist. If you cut it, it will definitely bleed a lot."

He was as pale as she was.

She was the one who was injured!

"It's okay, just a small cut, a scratch," he said.

Seeing his expression, Zhiyun knew that she couldn't get the answer, so she didn't ask any more questions.

There was nothing he could get out of her that he didn't want her to know.

"Zhizhi, I'll take you somewhere." He took her hand.